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 UMANITY was cradled in a Garden, 
 
 , ';^ and the heart of humanity has never 
 
 ^^ ceased to hunger for his ancestral 
 
 \^::^/^ ^ home. No sooner had man won back 
 
 a little leisure from Time and Chance 
 
 than he turned again to gardening. The 
 
 hanging gardens of Babylon were the wonder 
 
 of the world while ancient Egypt was yet in the throes 
 
 of empire-birth. 
 
 Tier upon tier, they rose above the great wall, over- 
 shadowing the loftiest pylon; billions of basketsful of 
 earth brot up weary inclines upon the bowed backs of 
 a nation of slaves. 
 
 Lordly Assyrians with black beards, close-curled and 
 perfumed, strolled along the shady paths, pretending 
 to enjoy the fragrance of the fiow^ers, altho' it must 
 have been quite impossible for their olfactory nerves 
 to apperceive anything beyond the musk and ambergris 
 beneath their own noses! 
 
 But perhaps among those who walked in the Hanging 
 Gardens all did not wear curled and scented beards. 
 Probably not. Most of the world's love-making has 
 been done in gardens. And 'twould be a curious thing 
 if there v/as no Assyrian Cupid concealed among the 
 shrubbery somewhere ! 
 
 — The whole world loves a lover, and every lover 
 worthy of the name loves a garden. Take the tenderest 
 romances since the period of the Mid-Victorian novel, 
 rob them of their garden-scenes and what have you 
 left? — Cook-books; essays on elegance; textbooks 
 upon tribulation: simply this and a few deathbeds: 
 nothing more ! 
 
 Bereft of his garden, with flower-bordered walks, 
 shady nooks and summer-houses, your amatory author 
 is driven back upon horse-hair sofas and despair ! 
 
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 MAR 28 1917 
 
Now, even the sturdiest vine of romance must put 
 out tendrils of truth or never can it twine about the 
 human heart. Authors and poets always are swinging 
 thru little gates or stepping thru French windows into 
 gardens because they know that when they do they 
 step straight into the hearts of their readers ! 
 
 Breathes there man or maid who does not breathe 
 the deeper in the rich, sweet scent of warm, brown 
 earth underlying the fragrance of flowers ! Childhood's 
 memories are bright with posies. Youthful fingers 
 tingle to the thrill of growing things. The breath of 
 spring heralds the dawn of love because it brings color 
 and perfume back into the world. 
 
 Our own nation was born in a garden, according to 
 the stories told in the earliest chronicles. 
 
 "We smelt so sweet and strong a smell, as if we had 
 been in the midst of some delicate garden," wrote 
 Barlow, one of Sir Walter Raleigh's commanders, 
 describing his landing in America. 
 
 Later, when the band of Pilgrims drew near to the 
 shores of the Promised Land, John Winthrop wrote in 
 his Journal; "We had now fair sunshine weather and 
 so pleasant a sweet air as did much refresh us, and 
 there came a smell off the shore like the smell of a 
 garden." 
 
 What a welcome to the new home! And what a 
 welcome always and to any home is "the sweet scent 
 of a delicate garden" ! 
 
 Indeed, there may be a house without a garden, but 
 scarcely a home. This last must wait upon velvet 
 lawns and glowing green shrubbery and lacey foliage 
 and banks of fragrant flowers. 
 
 Always, the city of homes is a city of gardens, too; 
 as witness our own delightful Duluth. 
 
 — Who has not wandered east along Superior Street 
 in spring, in summer and in fall, glorying in the gardens 
 enshrining every home? 
 
 Go up the hill and along any of her streets and you 
 
shall find garden after garden, until you come to where 
 the very newest buildings burst thru the raw earth and 
 blush brick-red for want of green growing things to 
 cover their nakedness I 
 
 — These, too, shall have their gardens very soon; 
 the plants and shrubs and tiny trees even now are 
 dreaming of them, waiting patiently in their Greysolon 
 nursery until their soon-to-be-adopted parents shall 
 come to claim them ! 
 
 I count it one of my choicest privileges to have 
 known the presiding genius of this place of perfumes 
 for so many years. And Charles Erwin Roe, godfather 
 to half the gardens in Duluth, is indeed a genius. 
 
 It has been said, by someone whose name I refuse 
 to remember, that genius is nothing more than the art 
 of taking infinite pains with one's work : could there be 
 a better definition of what genius precisely is not? 
 
 Who brings infinite pains to his creative effort may 
 produce a wonderfully finished piece of work, surely; 
 and those who come to gaze thereon will condemn it 
 without malice and without thot in their awestruck 
 comments: "How beautifully finished it is !" "They 
 say he workt ten years upon that!" 
 
 Who stand before the work of true genius do not 
 worship so. They shall not see the brush-stroke nor 
 hear the chisel chipping at the reluctant stone; they 
 shall not note the finely formed phrase, nor mark the 
 deep-laid and laborious plan to which the thing entire 
 has been attuned. 
 
 But there shall surge across their souls a vast wave 
 of glorious silence; overwhelming the shifting sands 
 of speech; sweeping them away upon that same tidal 
 wave of emotion in which the work was brot into being. 
 
 For true genius is love, concentrated upon and con- 
 secrated in labor; it is the art of bringing infinite 
 pleasure to one's work, that others may find it there 
 when they come. 
 
And so, I think, works Charles Erwin Roe upon his 
 little landscapes. 
 
 Hour after hour he and his helpers bend above the 
 brown beds, digging and planting and watering; hour 
 after hour and day after day. 
 
 But when you shall come to see, a little later in the 
 spring, you shall note no trace of all that toil, nor shall 
 you question who, nor what, nor why. 
 
 Nature knows her kindly servitors and comes quickly 
 to aid them and to complete their tasks; and so the 
 whole shall impress you with its perfect and natural 
 beauty, never with that sense of striving after some- 
 thing which is the penalty of infinite pains. 
 
 — Come with me, if you care for such things, and we 
 will wander with the godfather of gardens in Duluth 
 thru colorful coverts and scented silences, which quite 
 conceal the helping hand to nature ! 
 
 Residence of CHARLES ERWIN ROE 
 
 (After a Pencil Sketch by W B Roe) 
 
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 THE NARCISSUS PATH 
 
GatdGii5^ DulutK 
 
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 T FIRST SIGHT, it would seem that nature 
 grew a little negligent as she workt northward 
 across the state of Minnesota. Perhaps it was the 
 end of the day, and the iron of labor had entered into 
 her soul. At least, we have found the iron; and it 
 does seem that the bones of the earth were left with 
 too scanty covering just here above the Great Lake. 
 
 But second thots are best, they say ; and we shall see that brown 
 boulders rising half-round from rich soil, and red rock-ledges 
 inlaid with a mosaic of leaf -mould, may become more beautiful 
 than any formal garden in the lands where falls not any snow nor 
 ever winds blow loudly. 
 
 It is early in May, and the spirit of springtime is astir even under 
 the cold light of the Northern Star. 
 
 Come with us now to the rock-gardens of Mrs. John Millen, 
 and you shall find the grey giants already deckt in pink and white ; 
 low, colorful masses of phlox subulata clinging to their stubborn 
 sides, weaving a welcome to the season of youth and love. 
 
 Later in the year these same grey rocks shall be veiled beneath 
 the golden moss-like blossoms of the sedum acre, and deckt with 
 clumps of deep blue lobelia, and with the glowing greens of feath- 
 ery rock-ferns. 
 
 Let us but follow this pebbly path a little further and we shall 
 find a limped pool in which white birch and sugar maples, mountain 
 ash and red-twigged dogwood make love to their own reflections, 
 blood brothers to Narcissus of the ancient Grecian myth. 
 
 All these are just where nature placed them; but in among them, 
 and accenting their colors, stand several beautiful blue spruce, 
 brot from their distant homes in Colorado to complete the picture. 
 
 At the margin of the pool, and dipping down into its waters, are 
 masses of marsh marigolds; while the white and purple of the 
 graceful German iris carry the color over the intervening slope and 
 in among the trees. 
 
Were we alone, we would be tempted to take this tiny jeweled 
 memory and flee with it swiftly down the Vermillion Road. But 
 Charles Erwin will not have it so. 
 
 He will take us thru the gateway, with its pyramids of arbor 
 vitae and of poplar bolleana standing there like sentinels of cul- 
 tivation to guard the captured wildwoods beyond. 
 
 Indeed, it seems to be virgin forest thru which the driveway 
 leads us ; the naturalized shrubs and perennial plants which bring 
 the forest to the borders of the way seem part of the primeval, so 
 naturally have they been added to nature. 
 
 Here and there, among the shrubs; spruce, white pine and green 
 trailing junipers break the low-lying masses of foliage, carrying 
 the eye along to the more stately trees beyond. 
 
 As for the house itself, it is a jewel set in rare enamels. 
 
 The long lines of massive masonry descend into and are lost 
 among curves of color; blended by the clinging greens of the 
 ampelopsis engelmanni. 
 
 Over to the left, above a low wall, a riotous rose garden reaches 
 up the slope; scattering perfumes with the prodigality of an 
 Oriental court. 
 
 The line of the low wall is broken here and there with stately 
 delphiniums, gorgeously attired in silken robes of blue and rose. 
 
 From a low balcony on the eastern facade, a mass of matrimony 
 vine tumbles down into a border of barbary thumbergi. 
 
 Across the lawn, gUstening plumes of French lilac flash from 
 their green scabbards. 
 
 Southward, another woodland path decoys us to that place of 
 perfumes whence come cut flowers for the home. 
 
 But wherever you may wander thruout these gracious grounds, 
 you shall find none of that art which reveals itself as art. 
 
 Here nature is not improved upon but encouraged to do and be 
 her best. 
 
 Another perfect blending of the artistic with the natural is to 
 be found in the garden of A. H. Crassweller. 
 
 We have borrowed it for the frontispiece to this volume. 
 
 Beside the tiny tiled path, narcissus poeticus have become nat- 
 uralized in the sod, bursting into bloom just when the birches in 
 the background unroll the tender green garments of spring. 
 
It seems a shame to desert this picture for a back-fence; but 
 then 'tis such a fence ! — Spirea van houttei and Japanese bar- 
 berry have transformed it into a fairy fence, fit to guard the slum- 
 bers of some petulant princess, who shall sleep a hundred years 
 to breakfast on a kiss ! 
 
 Early in June, myriads of fragrant panicles in purple and white 
 lean and crowd and jostle each other over the topmost rail ; prob- 
 ably looking foi the prince, who certainly will never come attired 
 in sober greys and browns like you and I ! 
 
 And then there are the peonies; Festiva Maxima, Fragrans, 
 Marie Lemoine, Felix Crousse and Richardson's Grandiflora: but 
 these are in the garden's self, where there is room for their glory 
 — and for their names ! 
 
 Arthur Crassweller has a grand passion for peonies — as who 
 would not, could he but own Crassweller peonies ! 
 
 — Let us hurry away before the commandment against covet- 
 ousness commences to crack! 
 
 In addition to his inimitable faculty for tickling tiny landscapes 
 until they laugh in curving line and color; Charles Erwin Roe has 
 a brother. 
 
 And this brother, W. B. Roe, echoes with Charles Erwin: Let 
 who will hoe corn and cultivate potatoes ! 
 
 Brother WB will work patiently and for hours over a peony or 
 a rose-bush, quite content to reap a harvest of beauty instead of a 
 mess of garden-sass. 
 
 Garden-sass has its place; but Brother believes that, most 
 assuredly, its place is not in his garden! 
 
 He shares in Charles Erwin's keen perception of color-values 
 and has grouped his shrubs and plants in perfect harmony. 
 
 But — and this was told to me under the seal of secrecy and I 
 must ask that you repeat it to none, least of all to Brother WB — 
 he will pine to plant mountain laurel, rhododendrons, Chinese 
 wisteria and tritomas; altho' he knows perfectly well that our 
 climate will kill them all ! 
 
 It is terribly hard to learn to want what we can have when we 
 cannot have what we want, but Brother is learning, and his roses, 
 peonies, columbines and delphiniums surely should satisfy his soul ! 
 
THE PATRICK LAWN 
 
 Among his conifers stand two Norway pines of unusual beauty, 
 forming part of a definite plan following the Japanese idea of 
 simplicity and individuality. 
 
 Some time, when you can slip away from among the thousands 
 wandering with us thru these pages, go out and see it in the 
 perfection of nineteen-seventeen ! 
 
 Not all nature-lovers spell corn with an initial S : some reach out 
 two helping hands to nature, to bring one back brimmed with 
 tender beauty and the other with tender of the republic. 
 
 If you will entrain with us and follow the banks of the St. Louis 
 to East Fond du Lac, you shall see how art and commerce have set 
 up light housekeeping together in the gardens of S. George 
 Stevens. 
 
 We shall have to walk a Uttle way, but you will not mind that 
 with S. George Stevens as a companion. 
 
 For he is one of those who have learned the language of the 
 birds. As we stroll towards an opening in the hills, you shall see 
 him welcomed home by a flock of chick-a-dees. 
 
 One alights upon his shoulder, another on his hat; a third 
 perches upon his outstretched hand. 
 
 Others will flutter around our own unworthy selves, but will 
 not approach too near until our friend has given us of his magic, 
 
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He brings it up from a convenient pocket: it might have been 
 wheat if it had not been born under a lucky star. 
 
 We take a Uttle of it in our palms, pronounce the mystic word 
 "Chick-a-chick-a-chick-a-dee !" and at once we are initiates. 
 
 The birds recognize us as friends and brothers and are quite 
 careful of our fingers. 
 
 The wheat is gone : — but it wasn't wheat, because even after 
 it is gone, the birds follow thru the widening valley instead of 
 going home to their wives as they would if undetained by magic, 
 would they not? 
 
 And so we come to a sylvan amphitheatre enclosed by forest-clad 
 hills, at the base of which stands the picturesque little bungalow 
 of our host. 
 
 Surrounded by birch, it looks out upon a charming vista of 
 French marigolds, sweet williams, and other old-world flowers. 
 
 And on our left : — but you shall taste the product of this 
 garden on the left at dinner, and never shall you spell corn with any 
 but its own initial again ! 
 
 Nor is corn the only product of this plot. Peas and beans and 
 many and various vegetables crowd along its endless aisles. 
 
 On the right, a deep and silent pool, fed by many brawling 
 streams bickering down the hillsides, mirrors the blue 
 sky and pretends to know nothing of the lucious 
 strawberry beds above. But you, if you know 
 exactly how far to droop an eyelid at the head- 
 waiters in Duluth's hotels, shall have a pile of 
 ruddy ripeness brot to you in a great bowl crown- 
 ed with snowy cream, and shall learn the secret 
 of the Stevens Strawberry which is not food for 
 common folk! Beside this pool, 
 the air is heavy with the hum of 
 bees; for the hillside above is ter- 
 raced with their hives. Here you 
 may stand to watch the busy 
 workers, and to smoke your after- 
 dinner cigar if you happen not 
 to know that the bee is born 
 with an antipathy to the nut- 
 brown weed and with the 
 
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MRS. OLCOTT'S FORMAL GARDEN 
 
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means to lodge effective protest! — Personally, I prefer to smoke 
 in the vegetable garden or on the homeward-bound car ! 
 
 Even a genius has human traits it seems; and those who lay 
 their colors upon little landscapes are no exception. 
 
 Charles Erwin has just brot in a verbal blossom from one of the 
 patrons of his art; and tho' he veils his emotions behind such 
 expressions as "A kindly thot!", An inspiration!", and so on, 
 the plain truth is that he is tickled all the way down to his toes ! 
 
 I stole the tribute, without overmuch protest; because I know 
 that you will wish to read it with me. And here it is: — ■ 
 
 THE DULUTH HERALD 
 
 NGWAM eon 
 
 Ur C E Hoe, 
 
 20 East Winona Street 
 City 
 
 Dear Ur. Roe: 
 
 Once more I have to report complete satisfaction with the plants, 
 shrubs, bulbs, etc., I had 'from you this year. The Rosa Rugosa hy- 
 brids, Conrad F Meyer, have been a show all summer long. Though 
 I did not expect much of any hloom at all from the Peonies In 
 their first year, fully three-fourth6 of them put out fine and 
 characteristic blossoms The hybrid Delphiniums Included some of 
 the finest shades and shapes I ever saw, and by cutting them back 
 I have kept them blooming continuously all summer Last year's 
 Splreas and Hydrangeas have performed beautifully, and most of 
 the roses, this year's and last's, are thoroughly satisfactory 
 If every customer has had as good results from your seeds and 
 plants as I have had, each of them will be an advertiser for you 
 next season. 
 
 Very truly. 
 
 Ort>iLW^^ ^i/^B^W)^^ 
 
 Charles Erwin says that a great deal of the credit must go to 
 the skilful care with which Mr. and Mrs. Bingham have tended 
 the children they have adopted from his nursery. 
 
 And so we will go to this garden, because we know that even 
 the best-planned little landscape must live and grow under the 
 hands of its owners, and we would see the effect of continued 
 careful skill. 
 
 Framed in dark-green conifers, the house faces towards the 
 east, with a wide lawn sweeping to the street. 
 
 The eye is caught instantly by a simple but beautiful treatment 
 
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of the verandah wall. Nothing but spirea van houttei has been 
 used here, but no other thing could enhance the effect. 
 
 A hedge of this spirea forms the northern boundary of the little 
 landscape ; a billowy bank of beauty in early summer. 
 
 Beneath the hedge, and protected by it from vandal winds, 
 grow gladioli and peonies, and, further up the street, a host of 
 hardy roses. 
 
 At its eastern end, this hedge melts among a group of other 
 shrubs which widen along the front to the south, where philadel- 
 phus or mock orange, forms a fitting background for prunus 
 triloba, hardy hydrangeas and Japanese barberry. 
 
 Behind the house are masses of blue delphiniums, Shasta 
 daisies, gorgeous Oriental poppies, gaillardias, and many other 
 perennial favorites in perfumed profusion. 
 
 — Every tree and shrub and plant and flower bears witness 
 that here has one labored who loved the labor and so succeeded. 
 
 For, at the last, one may get from a garden only that which one 
 brings to it ; for such is the law of all living things. 
 
 Who has passt along East Superior Street with an eye open to 
 adventure without noting the graceful Italian villa of the Dancers, 
 with its walls of creamy stucco and its sweeping velvet lawns? 
 
 Here, among the first warm days of spring, Mrs. H. A. Dancer 
 may be found digging at her perennial border, dividing her iris 
 and michaelmas daisies, or making room for some new peony. 
 
 She preserves an intimacy with her plants and shrubs like that 
 with which the ladies of Elizabethan England loved to direct the 
 planting and the pruning of their graceful gardens in the days of 
 Drake and Raleigh, of Bacon and Shakespeare, the renaissance 
 of daring and of dreams. 
 
 When leisure permits, the Judge works with her; for he too loves 
 to watch things grow into beauty beneath his hands, and is at home 
 with trowel and pruning knife as with gavel and book. 
 
 There is an atmosphere of quiet harmony about this home, with 
 its wide lawns and neat borders and dark green shrubs at the base 
 of creamy walls. 
 
 The evergreens beside the entrance are Colorado blue and Black 
 Hills spruce : — and you may take away with you, besides the 
 
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impression of a perfectly proportioned place, the knowledge that 
 no other trees will thrive as well as these in our Duluth climate. 
 
 "Come out to Kew in lilac-time, 
 
 In lilac-time, in lilac-time, 
 Come out to Kew in lilac-time : 
 
 — It isn't far from London!" 
 
 — So sings Alfred Noyes, the laureate of England: but, tho' I 
 like lilacs as well as Alfred or yourself ; still I prefer to invite you 
 out to Hunter's Park when the apple orchard is in bloom. 
 
 Hedgesful of fragrant flowers are beautiful too, but nothing can 
 attain the supreme beauty of these great gnarled trees, their black 
 branches heaped high with scented snow. 
 
 Who cannot find among the memories of childhood the vivid 
 picture of an orchard in apple blossom time? 
 
 — If such there be, let him take his children to the home of 
 R. M. Hunter early in the summer; that they, at least, may not 
 be denied this memory of memories ! 
 
 And you, who hold the memory, come you also and refresh it 
 here. 
 
 And now let us notify the chauffeur of our seventy-passenger 
 Warren Electric that we wish to descend at Twenty-third Avenue 
 East on Superior Street. 
 
 Here is the home of Mr. F. A. Patrick, a great manor of soft 
 grey stone, framed in dark-green native spruce. 
 
 South and west a driveway rolls, bordered with Russian olive, 
 high-bush cranberry, spirea billardi and snowberry. 
 
 The emerald lawn is set with coral masses of mallow, brilliant 
 from June till late October. 
 
 Behind the house is a colorful court dedicated to the favorite 
 flowers of Mrs. Patrick; and here, most often, you shall find many 
 memories of old-world gardens. 
 
 At the base of a sheer wall, twelve feet below, another court 
 sweeps down to meet another tiny two-foot wall upon its southern 
 boundary. 
 
 Against the loftier wall grows a great bank of ampelopsis 
 
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THE DANCER VILLA 
 
 engelmanni, forming the background for a modest border of 
 columbines and gladioli. 
 
 Masses of maroon and gold gaillardias rise above the crest of 
 the little wall beyond. 
 
 The grounds slope southward from this wall, with occasional 
 shade-trees, placed with nice care, and with a single clump of 
 wild roses. 
 
 On the east, the garage glides back among a grove of native 
 trees and shrubs ; with here and there a mountain ash which, when 
 the autumn comes again, will be brilliant with great clusters of 
 bright crimson berries, glowing against the dark green foliage. 
 
 Divided only by a driveway, the grounds of George C. Stone 
 melt into those of Mr. Patrick. 
 
 On either side of the porte cochere you shall find specimens 
 of this same mountain ash which claim the crown from all the 
 mountain ash in all Duluth ; while amongst a group of trees before 
 the house, you may see a majestic white ash, symmetrical and 
 beautiful, which may cause you to give this stately tree greater 
 consideration than has yet been accorded to it in our city. 
 
 Behind the house lies a low wall covered with aristolochia sipho ; 
 
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and, beyond, a gentle green slope widens out between irregular 
 margins of shrubbery, the glowing greens of which throw into 
 colorful reUef borders of brilliant annual and perennial flowers. 
 
 — Here are hundreds of orange and gold calendulas; there a 
 belt of blue flax pereune; beyond, a zone of salmon phlox. 
 
 Near the center of this slope, a ledge of native granite, gashed 
 and seamed by glacial action and by frosts, breaks thru the sod. 
 
 Down into every fissure creep the tiny roots of the sedum acre, 
 weaving a tapestry of green and gold across the whole. 
 
 Descending, we arrive among a natural grove of birch, wild 
 cherry, maple, spruce, and balsam; thru which winds a pleasant 
 path to lead us to a rocky glen with a tiny brook bubbling into a 
 pool below. 
 
 The glen has been touched with the magic of old Japan. 
 
 Rough-hewn stepping-stones take you over to the further side ; 
 with here and there a dark-green mugho pine, and here and there 
 a plumy juniper savin; intermingled with barbery thumbergi. 
 
 And so, in this Japanese garden, we will follow the Nippon art- 
 motif and leave you to complete the picture for yourself. 
 
 Not all gardens grow in the ground: there are gardens in the 
 air — and some have castles in them — and we have seen the 
 hanging gardens of Babylon the mighty and forgotten. ( 
 
 Now we shall see a water garden, with waxen lilies 
 floating upon emerald boats above cool and silent depths 
 where countless gold fish glint and glide among their 
 trailing roots. This is the water garden of Mrs. 
 Marion Douglas. Above it blooms a 
 great old-fashioned cabbage rose, which 
 has well earned the loving care be- 
 stowed upon it in return for the pulsing 
 perfumes of thirty scented sum- 
 mers. Overtopping the roses, 
 like sentinels on guard beneath 
 the wide -sweeping branches 
 of a Norway maple, wave the 
 peach-blossom-pink plumes of 
 
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THE WILLIAMS' WALLED 
 COURT 
 
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ulmarina ruba. You will find few gardens more quietly beautiful 
 than this of Mrs. Douglas', because you shall find none to which 
 is given greater care. 
 
 Flowers are like children: they bloom best in the atmosphere 
 of love. 
 
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 The home of T. D. Merrill on Greysolon Road rises among 
 clusters of bittersweet and woodbine. 
 
 A hundred feet of velvet lawn sweep down from it to a low wall 
 of native granite capped with red sandstone; while, thru the lawn 
 runs an avenue of stately elms. 
 
 Wild roses clamber over the wall to throw a scented salutation 
 to the passerby. 
 
 Across the road and sloping south, the Merrill grounds continue, 
 to insure a constant vista of wide waters. 
 
 Charles Erwin has been called into consultation here to help 
 the owner park the slope across the road. A hedge of white spruce 
 coaxed away from its home among the Black Hills, promises much 
 from its single summer's growth. Larger spruce are to be spaced 
 within the enclosure with the coming of spring. 
 
 An atmosphere of simple dignity surrounds this Merrill manor: 
 you shall go far to find its equal. 
 
 Among the great and little-great of England, home and garden 
 is as a single word; and, every day, the mistress of an English 
 manor moves among her beds and borders, equippt with gardening 
 basket, bright with cunning tools. 
 
 And so the English garden gains a graceful personality which 
 may not be attained in any other way. 
 
 Such a garden, gained in such a way, surrounds the home of 
 Mrs. John G. Williams. 
 
 — You shall glimpse a walled court, relieved by deep borders 
 of perennial plants, where lilacs, hollyhocks and ampelopsis form 
 the background for delphiniums, sweet williams, Shasta daisies 
 and phlox. — A pleasant and a personal place of quiet perfume. 
 
 Those who are fond of formal gardens may go far to find a finer 
 example of the gentle art than may be seen at the home of W. J. 
 Olcott. 
 
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Mrs. Olcott loves flowers, and she spends no little part of her 
 day among them. Her formal garden, with its fountain and 
 pergola, is a fitting tribute to her taste and skill. 
 
 No less successful are her borders of annuals and perennials; 
 the stately hollyhocks which peep thru the high-barred fence ; the 
 brilliant petunias bursting from banks of greenery; the rambler 
 roses and ampelopsis englemanni which adorn the house and 
 wide verandahs. 
 
 Between the walk and driveway runs a wall draped in woodbine. 
 
 On the further side of the walk a hedge of spirea van 
 houttei leads along to the garden beyond. 
 
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 Few shrubs are more beautiful than our native red-twigged 
 dogwood. In late winter and early spring its bright red branches 
 afford a pleasing contrast to the greys and browns of other shrubs, 
 or kindle a friendly fire of color against a background of snow. 
 
 In the summer, its broad leaves are lightly silvered; later its 
 flat racemes of creamy flowers are succeeded by cool clusters of 
 white berries. 
 
 A beautiful hedge of this shrub encloses the grounds of Mr. 
 R. L. Griggs. 
 
 A magnificent specimen of this same shrub fills an angle of the 
 house in the grounds of Dr. A. H. Schildt. 
 
 Rising full ten feet beneath those walls of sombre brown, it 
 curves in a fountain of foliage, its myriad silvery leaves flashing 
 like green-tumbling water under a mysterious moon. 
 
 Beyond are banks of shrubbery and groups of cool conifers, 
 their foliage fluttered by the swift flight of birds attracted by fairy 
 fountains and tiny tables spread for them by the owner of these 
 gracious grounds. 
 
 Behind the house lies a quadrangle, bordered upon the left and 
 right and on the further side by beds of brilliant blossoms ; masses 
 of clear color, changing with the seasons. 
 
 Early in the year, alyssum saxatile, arabis alpina, Iceland pop- 
 pies and German iris blend in blazing beauty along the borders. 
 
 Later, come the peonies and candytuft, delphiniums and Canter- 
 bury bells. 
 
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And then, until late in brown October, the borders are kept 
 bright with the deep pinks and pure whites and delicate lavenders 
 of hardy phlox. 
 
 Who has not heard of Robin Hood, the beloved bandit of Sher- 
 wood Forest; who, with his band of green-garbed followers, shot 
 the king's deer and robbed the rich and served the poor in the 
 reign of Richard of the lion's heart. 
 
 We have our Sherwood Forest in Duluth; but both the owner 
 and Chief McKercher will combine to keep any successors to the 
 restless Robin and his roystering band from invading its quiet 
 solitude. 
 
 Proud pines pierce far into the clear air; looking down tolerantly 
 upon all lesser trees : here you shall find some of the most splendid 
 specimens of our native woodland wealth, perpetually preserved 
 from ax and saw. 
 
 Here too is a garden, close-walled with evergreens and lilac, 
 where roses bloom in perfumed profusion thruout the slow summer 
 and the brilliant bergamot flaunts its cardinal flowers. 
 
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 Just below lies the home of Mr. Morterud, framed in cutleaf 
 elder, spirea arguta and fern-leaf sumac, with here and there a 
 group of evergreens, all widening out to the left and right to guard 
 the wide-swept level lawn. 
 
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 Equally simple and dignified is the treatment of the grounds 
 of Mr. Matter. 
 
 The lines of house and portico fall among masses of arguta and 
 Japanese barberry, high-lighted by the blossomful spirea van 
 houttei. 
 
 Japanese barberry borders the level lawn. 
 
 Behind the building, graceful groups of shrubbery frame the 
 favorite flowers of the lady of the house. 
 
 Shade trees and orchard trees together climb the slope beyond. 
 
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 Fortune and good judgment (they go together often ! ) were with 
 Mr. A. L. Warner when he chose a setting for his home. 
 
 Here he has hillside and valley, stream and lake ; a countryside 
 in miniature ! 
 
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APPLE BLOSSOMS 
 AT HUNTER'S PARK 
 
 — A brook winds thru his spacious grounds and widens at the 
 lower end to form a little lake. 
 
 Beside the banks and up the hill, the native forest climbs to 
 where the house surveys the whole. 
 
 A border of beautiful peonies guards the hill crest against the 
 forest ; while others of their kind border the driveway. 
 
 The lawn is made brilliant with gay perennials and its wide 
 expanses relieved with shrubbery groups. 
 
 — Many a pleasant hour might pass on silent wings while we 
 lingered in this little landscape with the owner as our guide, or 
 went with Mrs. Warner among her garden full of flowers, each 
 one the favorite for awhile, in turn. 
 
 But the pages are few and the gardens many, and we must go. 
 
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 And now Charles Erwin leads us to a symphony in white and 
 green and rose which he has painted against the soft grey back- 
 ground of the home of Mrs. John Pugh. 
 
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On either side of the entrance, lace-like Dorothy Perkins roses 
 climb the cool grey walls ; mingled with Japanese clematis, heavy 
 with shell-pink blossoms in July and with panicles of creamy white 
 in October. 
 
 Upon the porch stand dark green mugho pines. 
 
 Among the groups of greenery on either side, the double- 
 flowering plum shakes masses of pink blossoms down among the 
 trailing white garlands of spirea arguta, followed quickly by snowy 
 fountains of spirea van houttei. 
 
 Plumes of pink hydrangeas and great white daisies carry the 
 color thruout the year. 
 
 The borders are kept in a constant riot of color from early July 
 until the ground freezes, with pink and white petunias. 
 
 There is an old story of one who sought the world over for the 
 blue flowers of happiness and peace, returning at last to find them 
 blossoming beside the doorstep of his home. 
 
 So the Duluthian may wander wide across the continent, only 
 to find the fair fame of his home on the lips of others in the places 
 of his sojournings. 
 
 In every town and city he shall find at least one who has made 
 the pilgrimage, and who — after the inevitable inuendos anent 
 wintry weather and the pleasantries of Proctor Knott — will reveal 
 a lasting memory of the Naples of the North. 
 Among the cities of the plains there may be many 
 which could contest for the crown with our own, 
 could they but mobilize their beauty as nature has 
 made possible in Duluth. The city set 
 on a hill cannot be hid ; and, whether it be 
 approacht from the lake or viewed from 
 the boulevard above, into even a single 
 hour may be compresst such a vision 
 of Duluth as shall live in memory for- 
 ever. All who come to visit us have 
 time to take the tiny trip around 
 the boulevard and so acquire a 
 mental picture more complete , ' 
 than could be painted by many '^ 
 days of devious wanderings 
 
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among other cities, far-flung over flat fields. The great beauty 
 in that beauty which is ours consists in its accessability and the 
 secret of its accessability lies along the boulevard drive. 
 
 A few minutes suffice to lift us up the incline from Superior 
 Street to the Drive ; but today we must not linger over the peerless 
 panorama, because Charles Erwin wishes to guide us thru the 
 garden of F. N. West. 
 
 Low pillars of native granite demark the street-line, between 
 which soon shall race hedges of hansa roses to close the present 
 gaps. 
 
 The rocky ledges on the left already have their screens of shrubs 
 in many shades of green and of extended seasons of bloom. 
 
 Pink honeysuckle and white philadelphus mingle among yellow 
 currant, spirea van houttei and Japanese barberry. 
 
 The fern-like foliage of the sumac and the cut-leaf elder stand 
 revealed against the lighter green of the caragana. 
 
 Graceful groups of prunus triloba, spirea van houttei and the 
 low-lying pink spirea bumalda, break the lines of the low porch 
 wall. 
 
 Mrs. West's own garden of roses and peonies and perennials 
 fronts upon a panorama of spires and roofs and gardens, descend- 
 ing to the curving bay. 
 
 Among the hundreds whose gardens have drawn upon the 
 inexhaustable stores of the Greysolon Nurseries, are many who 
 love to labor upon their own little landscapes; and among these 
 are some whose work attains unstinted admiration from our own 
 genius of gardens in Duluth. 
 
 In some of these we have already lingered; now let us visit 
 the home of Mrs. A. C. Gillette and add a glimpse of her garden 
 to our collection. 
 
 Following the lines of avenue and street, a luxuriant hedge of 
 dark green buckthorn gives the promise of two years' growth 
 that soon it will be the most handsome hedge of its sort in Duluth. 
 
 While lilac, philadelphus, pink honeysuckle and Japanese bar- 
 berry are grouped with skill in the far corners ; while other graceful 
 groups of prunus triloba and spirea van houttei adorn the gateway. 
 
 The rough-hewn foundation walls of the house lie half-hidden 
 
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half-revealed behind low shrubs and perennial plants. Here and 
 there the clinging ampelopsis climbs above the rest. 
 
 Behind the house, beneath a sloping terrace and protected from 
 the winds, annual and perennial blossoms bloom in graceful pro- 
 fusion. 
 
 Asters, pansies and sweet peas, iris, peonies and hardy phlox, 
 all are found among the beautiful borders in this delightful garden. 
 
 Look at that bank of white roses under the verandah of O. S. 
 Andresen ! — You shall not find another like it in all Duluth. 
 
 This is the Sir Thomas Lipton, a rugosa hybrid and wonderfully 
 hardy. 
 
 These have never had any winter protection, yet see them in 
 their summer splendor ! 
 
 Mr. Andresen's flower-fame does not rest with his roses. 
 
 His dahlias and peonies also are of surpassing beauty. 
 
 — Last summer's big peony show was mainly due to his enthus- 
 iasm and he promises to aid the peony growers of Duluth to even 
 a better one this year. 
 
 Stepping just across the line, we find ourselves in the grounds 
 of W. D. Bailey; where great groups of golden Persian roses, 
 thrown into high relief against a green ground of clinging ampelopsis 
 prove that Mrs. Bailey also is a lover of roses and possesses a 
 keen sense of the fine art in horticulture. 
 
 Skilful use of evergreens has been made upon the spacious 
 grounds of W. J. McCabe. 
 
 Kosters, and Colorado blue, native white, and Black Hills 
 spruce, and concolor fir. all are represented again and again in 
 graceful groups or solitary specimens strikingly placed. 
 
 Even the spruce of Norway — despite its tendency to burn 
 badly during our long snowy winters — wins a place by virtue of 
 its plumy beauty. 
 
 A perfumed hedge of pink honeysuckle divides the driveway 
 from garden and orchard. 
 
 Here, in the orchard, among his many varieties of apples and 
 plums, Mr. McCabe is testing several varieties of dwarf apple 
 
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trees, which if successful, will prove a genuine acquisition to the 
 man with a small garden. 
 
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 At the entrance to Crescent View Park, the home of William 
 McBean stands out against a background of the natural forest. 
 
 Graceful groupings of perennials and shrubs surround the house 
 and nestle under the verandah walls. 
 
 A hedge of fragrant honeysuckle borders the avenue, becoming 
 a bank of pink petals in July and bearing clusters of bright red 
 berries later in the season. 
 
 Graceful dahlias of brilliant red and giant white daisies peer 
 above this beautiful barrier. 
 
 All reflect the skilful care of Miss Frances Nesbitt, Mrs. Mc- 
 Bean's sister, whose chosen province is this place of perfumes. 
 
 West of the Point of Rocks, the homes cluster so closely that 
 there is less chance to find colorful coverts enclosed within scented 
 walls. 
 
 Here and there a grassy slope is broken by a bed of blossoms, 
 and here and there a clinging vine winds over a verandah. 
 
 But further away to the west, the home of Judge Lanners serves 
 as a reminder again that the great glory of the home is in its garden. 
 
 A hedge of golden willow screens the northern border of his ample 
 grounds. 
 
 Hedges of honeysuckle on the east and west hem in a wide 
 expanse of lawn which slopes slowly to the street. 
 
 A winding walk leads to a portico banked with peonies and 
 shrubs. 
 
 A few shade trees, placed with nice discrimination, stand upon 
 the east of the house. 
 
 Along the sunny side of the garage, Mrs. Lanners has preempted 
 a plot in which her favorite perennials will be planted with the 
 coming of spring. 
 
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 This book has fluttered, like a butterfly upon the wings of words, 
 to every part of our delightful city; hovering over gardens here, 
 and there descending to sip a little nectar from among the flowers. 
 
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 SPIREA VAN HOUTTEI 
 at the BINGHAM HOME 
 
 And now, before we come to the grandest garden of them all, 
 to which so many of these other gardens may trace their origin; 
 let us wing out beyond the boundaries of the city for our last and 
 furthest flight. 
 
 In addition to their city homes, an ever-increasing number of 
 our successful business men are establishing summer pavilions 
 in the heart of the wilderness, or on the margins of the many lakes 
 within easy auto-stride of Duluth. 
 
 At Chub Lake down in Carlton county, Watson S. Moore has 
 such a summer home. 
 
 It stands among a grove of native white pines, to which he has 
 added some thirty evergreens, while forty graceful mountain ash 
 fringe the grove. 
 
 The road running beside garden and orchard is lined with 
 Lombardy poplars, whose graceful lines lend an ancient and 
 architectural atmosphere to the landscape. 
 
 Hedges of lilac and caragana form harmonious boundaries and 
 backgrounds. 
 
 Skirting the base of a wooded hill, and breaking the irregular 
 
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shoreline, is a planting of native trees and shrubs some six hun- 
 dred feet in length. 
 
 The natural beauties of the spot have been wonderfully height- 
 ened by the further skilful use of tamarac and high-bush cranberry, 
 red-twigged dogwood and sumac, Russian olive and spirea bil- 
 lardi. 
 
 Larger than these other little landscapes among which we have 
 lingered, here indeed is much to be learned by those who would 
 hold out a helping hand to nature in her own kingdom of the wild. 
 
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 Descending in Duluth once more, let us lay aside the wings of 
 metaphor — since a butterfly cannot use the telephone — and 
 call Melrose six-seven-five-two. 
 
 — We are going out to the Greysolon Nursery now, and it will 
 be as well to assure ourselves that the presiding genius will be 
 presiding in person. 
 
 "Hullo: is this the Greysolon Nursery Company? Is Charles 
 Erwin Roe there? — All right, we'll be right out." 
 
 Arrived at Winona Street on the Woodland carline, we have 
 but half-a-block to walk — and here comes Charles Erwin to 
 meet us! 
 
 Good morning, Charles: let me present my friend, the Gentle 
 Reader, Charles Erwin has a winning smile. 
 
 And so we come to number twenty East Winona Street, head- 
 quarters of the home of horticulture. 
 
 At once, Charles Erwin begins to show us hundreds of shapely 
 evergreens (all selected under the keen eye of Luther S. Carver, 
 whom we shall soon meet) , expatiating upon the 
 mode in which the roots of each are bedded in a 
 ball of its original earth, bound about with burlap. 
 — Three hundred fifty trees so treated were 
 transplanted into gardens in Duluth last 
 summer, and every tree has lived and 
 grown! Just above the evergreens, 
 we are taken thru row after row of 
 perennial plants. Here are many 
 kinds of hardy phlox, carefully 
 tested for color value and 
 habits of growth. 
 
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THE OLCOTT 
 DRIVEWAY 
 
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There are delphiniums, scions of the sturdiest stock in America. 
 Opposite are five hundred hollyhocks, doubles and singles, in 
 every shade and color. 
 
 All the old-fashioned favorites are here; with Shasta daisies. 
 Oriental poppies, Iceland poppies, campanulas, primulas, and 
 foxgloves in fragrant profusion. 
 
 Peonies, the pride of the garden, are here in so many varieties, 
 with so many bewildering beauties of blossom, that we shall have 
 a terrible time to restrict our choice to four or five or six ! 
 
 The sun glints against a little greenhouse, attracting our atten- 
 tion to it. 
 
 Charles Erwin explains that it is used for the propagating of 
 plants to be transplanted later to the nurseries and there grown to 
 suitable size for sale. 
 
 The Greysolon gardens are devoted to the growth of hardy 
 flowers and plants and shrubs which will meet with certain success 
 in this peculiar climate of ours, and so the greenhouse is used only 
 to steal a winter's march on time. 
 
 Above our heads are many boxes used for starting seedlings; 
 and, since some plants will not propagate readily from seed, over 
 there is a bench for cuttings, with four or five inches of fine sand. 
 
 These asters, calendulas, pansies and petunias are for summer 
 bedding: later, most of them will be transferred to frames and 
 hotbeds. 
 
 And here are a few potted tomato plants for particular patrons. 
 
 The greenhouse gets its heat from the hot-water plant in the 
 Roe residence. Charles Erwin shows us the source of energy on 
 the way to a cellarful of choice dahlia bulbs, stored in dry sawdust, 
 which he handles as tho' they were precious gems — and, indeed, 
 as many brilliant colors lie lockt within these little brown balls! 
 
 A hedge of shell-pink roses — the rambler Dorothy Perkins, 
 lies along the lot-line above the greenhouse. 
 
 Charles Erwin tells us that this fragrant hedge is sheared at 
 proper intervals, as tho' it were a sheep or a hedge of common 
 boxwood ! 
 
 *'You see," he explains, "we are continually experimenting in 
 new things for low ornamental hedges, and we have discovered 
 several already." 
 
 And then he promises to show us a fine dense purple-twigged 
 
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willow, a beauty for this purpose, when we arrive over at the 
 nursery proper. 
 
 No sooner have we learned that this is by no means all, than 
 the footsteps of a Ford are heard on the driveway. 
 
 And so we are taken past the St. James Orphanage, over the 
 bridge above Amity Creek, and then eastward for a mile to the 
 crest of a long hill overlooking the lake. 
 
 Now the nursery lies before us, just south of the road. 
 
 Yon mass of splendid scarlet before the entrance is the lilium 
 elegans in full bloom — a wonderful lily, as we may see ; and 
 wonderfully hardy, as Charles Erwin informs us from ripe exper- 
 ience. 
 
 Driving around a tiny toolhouse, we have our breaths taken 
 away by a field of royal purple iris ; Iris Siberica, with long slender 
 stems to stand in our crystal vases. 
 
 These flowers will flourish for days in water, sending out new 
 buds every morning. — Imagine a few of these purple beauties 
 blended with some of those Snow Queens (the white Siberian 
 iris) and disposed, in carven crystal, about the home! 
 
 Between the driveway and the main road, six hundred choice 
 dahlias are just starting upon vigorous life. Early in September 
 this will be a waving mass of brilliant bloom. 
 
 Charles Erwin points to all the newest types for group-planting 
 or for cutting, assuring us that some of them will rival the peony 
 in beauty. 
 
 Beyond lie rows of apple and plum trees, tested varieties all, 
 which have won a well-earned place in many Duluth orchards. 
 
 A bank of white high-lights the crest of the hill before us. It 
 consists of a thousand bushes of spirea van houttei, every one 
 grown in the gardens. 
 
 The low rows of bright green on this side are Japanese barberry ; 
 and that tall green background east of the spireas is Carolina 
 poplar, f^rown from cuttings. 
 
 These shapely shrubs with broad green leaves are the hydrangea 
 arborescens or Hills of Snow. — You will appreciate the name 
 if you have seen it in full bloom, with immense heads of creamy 
 white contrasting with its greenery. 
 
 Those others are the hydrangea paniculata which blooms fully 
 
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a month later. Its panicles of pink will continue completely to 
 hide the bushes until the first hard frost brings them to the ground 
 in a scented snowfall. 
 
 Here is a bed in which sleep two thousand bushy little ever- 
 greens, from twelve to eighteen inches high. 
 
 They came from seedling beds two years ago, and then they were 
 only a few inches high, so you see they are getting along famously. 
 
 They shall be transplanted next spring, and two years later they 
 will be the pride of many gardens in Duluth. 
 
 Charles Erwin tells us that the Greysolon Nurseries are to 
 devote even greater attention to evergreens in the future, and 
 plan to set out at least ten thousand seedlings in the spring. 
 
 And now, as we promised you, we come upon the foster-parent 
 of all these nurslings — Luther S. Carver. 
 
 He has devoted his life to the growing and propagating of plants 
 and trees and shrubs; having spent years in one of America's 
 greatest wholesale nurseries before centering upon a study of his 
 art as applied to the climate and conditions of Duluth. 
 
 He tells us something of that untiring vigilance which is the 
 price of success in guarding tiny, tender growing things until they 
 attain maturity and are fit to go out alone in the great world of 
 gardens. 
 
 As he tells us of the things that will do well among our soil and 
 seasons; and of the thousand things foredoomed to failure here 
 which may have seemed the greatest glory of gardens just a few 
 score miles away from the influence of our cold lake ; we realize 
 how certain is the need for these great Greysolon nurseries to 
 insure tested, acclimated stock to growers of gardens in Duluth. 
 
 Then, at parting, just before we fall back into our Ford, he gives 
 us a list of all the plants and shrubs and trees which have been 
 proven in the gardens and which may be found therein today. 
 
 And so we shall close with this list, anything in which may be 
 taken from the Greysolon gardens to your own, and there planted 
 either with your own hands or under the direction of Charles Erwin 
 Roe and Luther S. Carver, with the unfailing certainty that it will 
 grow and flourish and bring greater glory to your garden in Duluth ! 
 
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HERE IS THE LIST of PROVEN PLANTS WHICH 
 WAS GIVEN US at the GREYSOLON NURSERIES 
 AND WHICH ARE GROWN and GUARANTEED 
 and MAY BE PROCURED THERE BY ALL WHO 
 SEEK SUCCESS for their GARDENS IN DULUTH: 
 
 HARDY PERENNIALS FOR 
 THE MIXED BORDER AND 
 FOR ROCK GARDENS 
 Achillea, The Pearl 
 Alyssum Saxatile (Basket of Gold) 
 Anchusia {Dropmore Variety) 
 Anthemis Kelwayii (Yellow Daisy) 
 Aquilegia (Columbine) 
 Arabis Alpina (Rock Cress) 
 Asclepias Tuberosa (Butterfly 
 
 Weed) 
 Artemisia Lactiflora (Creamy white 
 
 plumes) 
 Baptisa (False Indigo) 
 Bellis Perennis (English Daisy) 
 Boltonia Asteroides 
 Campanula Media (Canterbury 
 
 Bells) 
 Campanula Persicifolia (Peach 
 
 Bells) 
 Campanula Punctata 
 Coreopsis Lanceolata 
 Delphinium (Hardy Larkspur) 
 Dianthus Barbatus (Sweet William) 
 Dianthus Plumarius (Pheasant's- 
 
 Eye Pink) 
 Dianthus Deltoides (Maiden Pink) 
 Dictamnus or Gas Plant 
 Dielytra (Bleeding Heart) 
 Digitalis (Foxglove) 
 Eupatorium Ageratoides 
 Ferns for Shady Places 
 Funkia (Plantain Lily) 
 Gaillardia (Blanket Flower) 
 Geum, Mrs. Bradshaw 
 Gypsophilia (Baby's Breath) 
 
 HARDY PHLOX— 12 Choice 
 
 Varieties 
 Hemerocallis (Day Lily) 
 Heuchera (Coral Bells) 
 
 Hollyhocks, double 
 Hollyhocks, single 
 Iris, German, in variety 
 Iris, Siberian, blue and white 
 Lilium Elegans, red 
 Lilium Tigrinum (Tiger Lily) 
 Lily of the Valley, clumps 
 Lobelia Cardinalis, red 
 Lupinus, blue, pink and white 
 Lychnis Chalcedonia (Jerusalem 
 
 Cross) 
 Lythrum Rosem (Loose Strife) 
 Malva Moschata (Musk Mallow) 
 Mysotis (Forget-me-not) 
 Michaelmas Daisies (Hardy Asters) 
 Papaver Nudicaule (Iceland Poppy) 
 Papaver Orientale (Oriental Poppy) 
 PEONIES— 25 Choice Varieties 
 Phlox Subulata, white (Creeping 
 
 Phlox) 
 Phlox Subulata, pink (Creeping 
 
 Phlox) 
 Primula (English Primroses) 
 Pyrethrum Roseum (Pink Daisy) 
 PyrethrumUliginosum (Giant Daisy) 
 Platycodon, blue (Chinese Bell 
 
 Flower) 
 Platycodon, white (Chinese Bell 
 
 Flower) 
 Rock Ferns 
 
 Rudbeckia (Golden Glow) 
 Rudbeckia (Purple Cone Flower) 
 Salvia Uliginosum (Hardy Salvia) 
 Sedum Acre (Golden Moss) 
 Sedum Spectabile (Showy Sedum) 
 Shasta Daisy 
 
 Valerian (Garden Heliotrope) 
 Veronica Spicata 
 
 ANNUAL BEDDING PLANTS 
 Asters, best varieties 
 Calendulas (Pot Marigolds) 
 
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Delphinium, Blue Butterfly 
 Everlasting Flowers, for winter 
 
 bouquets 
 Pansies, best giant strain 
 Petunia, Rosy Morn 
 Petunia, Bedding White 
 Petunia, Mammoth Fringed 
 Snapdragon in separate colors 
 Verbenas 
 
 DAHLIAS 25 Varieties 
 Cactus Dahlias 
 Century Dahlias 
 Decorative Dahlias 
 Peony Dahlias 
 
 HARDY ROSES 
 Frau Karl Druschki, finest white 
 Gen. Jacqueminot, velvety red 
 Grus an Teplitz, beautiful crimson 
 Mrs. John Laing, soft pink 
 Mad. Plantier, white 
 Paul Neyron, mammoth pink 
 Prince Camille de Rohan, velvety 
 
 maroon 
 Persian Yellow 
 Soliel d'Or, yellow 
 Ulrich Brunner, cherry red 
 
 HYBRID TEAS 
 Killarney, pink 
 Killarney, white 
 
 DOUBLE RUGOSA HYBRIDS 
 Conrad F. Meyer, silvery pink 
 Hansa, deep red 
 
 Sir Thomas Lipton, double white 
 Blanche de Coubert, semi-double 
 
 white 
 
 MOSS ROSES 
 Blanche Moreau, white 
 Gloire de Mousseux, pink 
 
 RAMBLER ROSES 
 Aviateur Bleriot, yellow 
 Dorothy Perkins, pink 
 Excelsa, best red 
 White Dorothy, white 
 
 ORNAMENTAL SHRUBS 
 Althea (Rose of Sharon) 
 Barberry, common 
 Barberry, purple leaf 
 Barberry, Japanese 
 Buckthorn 
 
 Calycanthus (Sweet Shrub) 
 Caragana (Siberian Pea) 
 Crandall's Flowering Currant 
 Coral Berry (Indian Currant) 
 
 Dogwood, native red-twigged 
 
 Dogwood, Siberian 
 
 Dogwood, Alternifolia 
 
 Dogwood, variagated or silver leaf 
 
 Elder, cut leaf 
 
 Elder, golden 
 
 Elder, native red-berried 
 
 High Bush Cranberry 
 
 Honeysuckle, Coerulea 
 
 Honeysuckle, Tartarica pink 
 
 Honeysuckle, Tartarica white 
 
 Honeysuckle, Tartarica discolor 
 
 Honeysuckle, Morrowi 
 
 Hydrangea Arborescens (Hills of 
 
 Snow) 
 Hydrangea Paniculata Grandiflora 
 Lilac, common purple 
 Lilac, common white 
 Lilac, Persian 
 Lilac, Rothomagensis 
 Lilac, Dr. Bretschneider 
 Lilac, Villosa 
 Lilac, double white 
 Lilac, Japan Tree 
 Maple, Tartarian 
 Philadelphus Coronarius (Mock 
 
 Orange) 
 Philadelphus Grandiflorus 
 Philadelphus Zeyheri 
 Privet, Polish 
 Prunus Triloba (Double Flowering 
 
 Plum) 
 Rosa Rugosa, red 
 Rosa Rugosa, white 
 Russian Olive 
 Snowball 
 Snowberry 
 Spirea Arguta 
 Spirea Anthony Waterer 
 Spirea Billardi, pink 
 Spirea Billardi, white 
 Spirea Bumalda 
 Spirea Sorbifolia 
 Spirea Van Houttei 
 Sumac, Staghorn 
 Sumac, Fernleaf 
 Weigelia 
 Willow, Ural (purple twigged) 
 
 SHRUBS FOR HEDGES 
 
 Barbery, three varieties 
 
 Buckthorn 
 
 Bush Honeysuckle 
 
 Carangana 
 
 Dogwood 
 
 Lilac 
 
 Philadelphus 
 
 Polish Privet 
 
 Rosa Rugosa 
 
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Russian Olive 
 Spirea Van Houttei 
 Ural Willow 
 
 EVERGREENS FOR HEDGES 
 American Arbor Vitae 
 Black Hills Spruce 
 
 HARDY VINES 
 Ampelopsis Engelmanni 
 Aristolochia Sipho (Dutchman's 
 
 Pipe) 
 Beta Grape 
 Bitter Sweet 
 Clematis Paniculata 
 Clematis Jackmanni 
 Matrimony Vine 
 Woodbine (Virginia Creeper) 
 
 SHADE AND ORIENTAL TREES 
 
 Ash, green or white 
 
 Ash, Mountain 
 
 Elm, American White 
 
 Honey Locust 
 
 Horse Chestnut 
 
 Linden, American 
 
 Maple, Sugar 
 
 Maple, Norway 
 
 Maple, Schwedleri, purple leaf 
 
 Maple, Reitenbachi, red leaf 
 
 Poplar, Bolleana 
 
 Poplar, Carolina 
 
 Poplar, Lombardy 
 
 Poplar, Norway 
 
 Willow, Golden 
 
 Willow, Laurel Leaf 
 
 Willow, Niobe Weeping 
 
 ORNAMENTAL EVERGREENS 
 Spruce, Colorado Blue 
 Spruce, Black Hills 
 Spruce, Native White 
 Arbor Vitae, American 
 Arbor Vitae, Globosa 
 Arbor Vitae, Pyramidalis 
 Arbor Vitae, Rosenthali 
 Arbor Vitae, Siberian 
 
 Juniper, Pfitzeriana 
 Juniper, Sabina 
 Juniper, Virginiana Glauca 
 Pine, Dwarf Mugho 
 Pine, Native White 
 Pine, Norway 
 
 APPLE TREES 
 Anisim 
 Duchess 
 Mcintosh Red 
 Patten's Greening 
 Wealthy 
 Yellow Transparent 
 
 CRABS 
 
 Transcendent 
 
 Virginia 
 
 Whitney 
 
 PLUMS 
 De soto 
 Terry 
 Wolf 
 
 PLUMS— HANSEN HYBRIDS 
 Hanska 
 Opata 
 Sapa 
 Compass Cherry Plum 
 
 SMALL FRUITS 
 Currant, North Star 
 Currant, Perfection 
 Currant, Red Dutch 
 Currant, Victoria 
 Currant, Lee's Prolific, black 
 Gooseberry, Carrie 
 Gooseberry, Houghton 
 Gooseberry, Pearl 
 Raspberry, King 
 Raspberry, Marlborough 
 Raspberry, St. Regis 
 Raspberry, Plum Farmer, black 
 
 GARDEN ROOTS 
 Asparagus, Palmetto 
 Rhubarb, Linnaeus 
 
 GREYSOLON NURSERY COMPANY 
 
 20 EAST WINONA STREET 
 
 (MELROSE 6752) 
 
 DULUTH, MINNESOTA 
 
 U. S. A. 
 
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